Chapter 575: Making a Fake Certificate

A normal trialist like Serge or Gray? Or a nightmare incarnation like the old witch?

If the identity of a normal trialist is a path provided to ordinary people, then the nightmare incarnation is equivalent to a hidden path specifically for professionals and those who have mastered a certain amount of dream knowledge.

The old witch soup in front of him was the 'special prop' that opened the hidden route. From this pot of soup, Anvis obtained more fragments of information related to another road.

There is no difference between the two paths, but the focus and process are different.

If a normal trialist wants to reach the end and obtain inheritance, he must face different tests and try his best to pass these tests.

Every time a test is successfully passed, the tester's strength will be improved, which includes not only the power infusion of the dream rules itself into the tester, but also some special items obtained during the test.

Those who successfully pass three tests will be eligible to receive the title of senior trialist and gain partial authority over the entire dream world.

Even if they were just ordinary people before, after successfully reaching this point, their own strength is enough to compete with fourth-level professionals in the dream.

But starting from the third time, the terrifying existence they faced during the clearance process changed from a self-conscious aggregation of dream operation rules to the incarnation of other people who took the nightmare path [Nightmare Spirit].

Like the Trialists, Nightmare Spirits are also divided into different levels. But their main way of upgrading is not to kill the trialists, but to devour other nightmare spirits.

After killing an ordinary trialist in the dream, the nightmare spirit can randomly obtain about half of the power and authority fragments. But by devouring other nightmare spirits, it can inherit more than 90% of their power.

Theoretically, if it can infinitely devour other people of the same kind, then the nightmare spirit can become extremely powerful in a short period of time, and even quickly gain complete control over the entire dream and successfully acquire inheritance.

Trialists improve at a slower rate, but they also have an advantage, that is, in each trial, they will be protected by dream power for a certain number of times, and the power of nightmare spirits will be partially suppressed accordingly, and there will be no 100% A certain death situation.

Looking at the soup as dark as night in the cauldron, Anvis pondered for a moment.

It seems that the Nightmare Spirit's route seems more suitable for him.

But is it really so?

It's very simple. If the nightmare path is really as good as the information, then someone should have acquired the inheritance long ago if this dream world exists.

And the test of this world still exists today, which can only mean that so far, all those who have chosen the nightmare path have not succeeded.

Anvis doesn't think that in the long years of existence of this dream world, no strong person will arrive here. There must be some hidden flaw in this route.

For a moment, he made a decision.

He plans to try both approaches.

This involves something special about himself, because he did not arrive here through normal means, but through random teleportation at the edge of the dream.

The number of dreams in the deep dream world is like the grains of sand in the desert. His ability to reach here is equivalent to entering a specific grain of sand without any instructions.

This is not even a coincidence, it is extremely close to a miracle.

This resulted in him not having an official identity in this dream until he produced a 'certificate of identity' on his own. And if he can do one, he can also do another.

To put it simply, he applied for a false certificate before, and now he is going to apply for another one, and then decides which one to present depending on the situation.

After confirming the plan, Anvis carefully took out a spoonful of soup from the cauldron. Following his thoughts, the black water gradually deformed in mid-air, and finally turned into a rose like the night.

At the same time, with Anvis's actions, the cauldron in front of him lost the essence of its power and turned into little bubbles.

Catching the floating rose in mid-air, Anvis carefully pinned it into the breast pocket of the dress.

So, with Black Rose as the core, like a ball of ink spreading, the moon-white magic dress on his body was quickly dyed black. At the same time, a cold and desperate temperament quickly spread from him,

"Is this my nightmare spirit form?"

He casually gathered a magic mirror in front of him, and Anvis looked at himself in the mirror.

Although he didn't make any move, the figure in the mirror showed him an evil smile.

"Don't you want to look in the mirror in your dream?"

Looking at the strange figure in the mirror, Anvis also showed a smile. After looking at each other for a moment, the smile of the shadow in the mirror gradually shrank, and finally returned to expressionless.

This was a confrontation with anomalies in dreams. Anvis easily won and gained control of the reflection in the mirror, which was equivalent to his Nightmare Spirit talent skill.

After getting a little familiar with the abilities of the Nightmare Spirit, Anvis had a slight thought and restored himself to the status of a trialist.

Judging from the appearance, the jet black dress on his body turned moon white again, and the black rose on his chest turned into a silver gem brooch.

In these two states, Anvis could feel two different callings, which should be different trial scenes corresponding to the two identities, but he had not responded before.

He was going to try the trialer's test first. After all, this one would be safer with the protection of a novice.

And Avis was also very curious about what a trial for him would look like?

As he took the initiative to respond to the call in his heart, wonderful changes occurred around him.

The magic mirror in front of him suddenly began to change on its own. The mirror surface began to deform and expand, and the gorgeously carved pure gold edges appeared around the mirror surface, and finally turned into a huge square floor-to-ceiling mirror that he had seen in Yuelin Castle.

His own figure was clearly reflected on the spotless mirror surface. Unlike the previous magic mirror, the reflection in this mirror was like looking in the mirror in reality, without any strange phenomena.

Following the invisible guidance of the dream world, Avis slowly stretched out his hand to the mirror, and the reflection in the mirror also made the same movement as him.

Finally, the two hands wearing pure white gloves touched each other.

With a flash of light, Avis's figure suddenly disappeared in the mirror.

I don't know how long it took, when I saw the surrounding situation again, Avis found that the surrounding scene became very familiar.

He was currently at the foot of the mountain of Moonfall Castle, in a field full of hyacinths, rosemary and bluebells.

A clear, nameless stream flowed out of the Sunset Forest on the side, gurgling through the vibrant fields and merging into the sapphire-like Olivendi Lake in the distance.

But what made him feel most strange was that there seemed to be another familiar figure here.

"Chi Chi - (Fiona?)"

But soon, Avis noticed something unusual. The sound he made was a little strange, and the flowers and plants around him were also abnormally tall.

He looked down at his body, still wearing the moon-white magic dress and white gloves, but it didn't seem to be in human form.

Above the gloves were limbs with white fur.

Avis walked forward a few steps and came to the stream. Reflected in the water was a strange rabbit wearing a dress, but with pink eyes and long rabbit ears.